The Beginning of a Calling Almost a decade ago, I stumbled into the world of Paulo Coelho, beginning with The Alchemist . His words struck a chord—an elegant blend of spirituality, self-discovery, and emotion that felt both intimate and universal. One book led to another, until I had read nearly all of his works. Even today, when I find myself restless and searching for my next read, I return to Coelho—or sometimes to Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha —as if to steady myself. Among his books, The Pilgrimage left a lasting imprint. In it, Coelho recounts his walk along the Camino Francés to Santiago de Compostela, a journey of endurance, faith, and reflection. I could almost see myself there, step by step, breathing in the silence of old paths. Some time later, I watched The Way , the film where Martin Sheen walks the Camino to complete the journey his son could not. That story deepened the pull. The idea of a pilgrimage was no longer just in books or films—it began to live inside me. Since...
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